The letter was corroded, the fuses had exploded, the circuts floated on a pool of oil. They wrenched the (flecks) had snapped and sparks flew dark blue clouds and jet black walls. An apple crumbled, firemen grumbled, fumbled with a hose. Toes were curling in their white boots, sweating in their tight asbestos suits and Asmodeus played the flute. A table layed a chair and did the char char charred spitting splinters. Blisters throbbed and sisters sobbed behind the fence. Fire that burned the incense blessed the ashes as they flew. Fly away(2x) -| Fly away Peter, |3x fly away Paul -|